"Take my sword, and if you don't die, I'll spare you!"
Zhang Shangqing's gaze swept past Ling Qingqing. He was waiting for Ling Qingqing to make a move; however, Ling Qingqing showed no reaction, not even blinking an eyelid.
"The mighty Dao Yi Sect, a Disciple who has made it onto the Divine Skills leaderboard—is that all the skill you have?"
Facing this sword, powerful enough to slay an average Mid-stage Furnace Fire Realm practitioner, Jiang Shu's figure flickered. A Divine Power Water Escape allowed him to directly dodge the attack, surrounded by myriad streams of water.
He stood in the air, unleashing the Heavenly Intent True Self Fist, his punch thundering down with tremendous force and weight.
"Still pretending, even now? You chased us because you covet the Treasures we carry. Your Dao Yi Sect can do such things, but we Loose Cultivators aren't even allowed to speak of it?"
